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blogging meme conformity

Tuesday, April 30th, 2013 | tags: , ,  |

A meme packaged as an ‘award’, from the very talented Scarlet! Perpetuating the meme is called ‘accepting the award’ and involves publishing an answer to the following four questions and then fingering a couple of bloggers who’ve recently inspired/moved/fingered me.

1. If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?
I’d be born a white, English-speaking, man – then drive for equality from the advantages of this privileged position.

2. If you could repeat any age which would it be?
15, and I’d be more creative about getting to go to the local 6th form college rather than attending the local comprehensive where all sorts of unpleasantness happened in the following 2 years.  

3. What really scares you?
People who get obsessed with me.  It’s why I have an online pseudonym. They’ve cropped up throughout my life, both male and female, and prompted me to move home, involve the police and ‘HR’ services. They seem normal at first then start showing a fantastic ability to build and maintain a reality that I just don’t recognise. They also try and persuade the people around me to believe their fantasies. One of them showed me his gun and knife collections, that was when I realised that him holding down a good job and telling entertaining stories were not sufficient signs of a well adjusted person. I left the USA within the year.

4. If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be?
Margaret Thatcher’s father before her conception. I’d have a vasectomy.

Bloggers I’d like to finger for this award ….  …..um, I’m having difficulty here, does that mean I don’t get the award? These are people who’s writings I actually read….

 


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Litter arty

Tuesday, June 26th, 2012 | tags: , , , ,  |

Local interest

Normally I’m not thrilled by large chain bookstores. I prefer to find second hand, or at least independent, book stores. The Reading town Waterstones is changing my impression. Recently it hosted a little soiree in the local interest section for the launch of AFH’s new book. AFH told stories about the mysteries of children and beards, showed us his book, signed copies of the book, and let us eat coloured cakes and ginger beer. All very civilised.

Reading Waterstone's guest authorsThe counter-staff in Reading’s Waterstones are all very personable.  They talk as if you are a friend and seem genuinely interested in doing a good job. One young lad spent nigh-on 15 minutes explaining why his computer system wasn’t working and how unreliable it is – not tolerating typing or spelling errors. As you can imagine, I found this type of conversation totally engaging.

He told me that Michael Palin was only doing one book signing in a Waterstones’ store and he’d chosen the Reading store. Evidently people had phoned the store with book orders from all over the country and would be travelling to get their copy signed by Michael.

We’re expecting more than 200 people! We don’t know where we’ll put them, how it will work

He sounded very excited and happy. I asked why he thought Michael had chosen the Reading store “Probably because of our events organiser, she’s very good, she can persuade anyone to do almost anything” . His proud words about his colleague were envigorating. I liked listening to this young chap chat, much better than a ‘shopping experience‘ more like a ‘shooting the breeze‘ experience.

Meanwhile I purchased a ticket to listen to Jasper Fford talk about his next thursday next book. Oh!


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reading at Reading

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010 | tags: , , , ,  |

Ashley F Harrold Lesley Saunders reading her work
Ashley F Harrold and guest  Lesley Saunders reading at Reading’s poetry cafe.  

In May one of my most-favourite poets, if I am  allowed more than one favourite, Brian Patten, will be the guest.     That’s as exciting as the delivery of dry chopped wood to a house heated by a wood-burner during a cold-snap when the current supply of wood has run-out.

There appears to be an ongoing controversey about the  labelling and meaning of the sections. These sections, bits,  stages,  modes, are referred to as ‘halves’ by the young bearded Mr. Harrold.   This controversey is revisited at the begining of each cafe meeting to ensure the audience is not suprised by the unexpected onset of an interval or ‘half’.

Many locals take part in open Mic’ sections.   That’s not open micky-taking it’s open-microphone in trendy shorthand.    I’m beginning to recognise some of the open mic  regulars,   especially those who’s work I like.  

In 2004 Ashley  said:

Most of the open mic poets we have are pretty good, I think they must put something in the water in Reading as we always have a decent quality, compared with other open mics elsewhere in the country, which is heartening and inexplicable.”

Absolutely


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Blah mange

Sunday, December 20th, 2009 | tags: , , , , , , ,  |

AFHJohn Hegley

Once again Reading’s December Poet’s cafe offered the treat of  the engaging Mr. Hegley.  

Mr. Hegley manages varied and entertaining audience participation during his perfomance.  

For one poem he found a member of the audience that was prepared to nominate another member of the audience to translate a poem from French.     John would read each line and the audience member translated.   For each line John would comment on the quality of the translation.      Some of the French phrasing lent itself you English people making   translational errors.   The mistakes lead to some smile and laughter inducing imagery.    

I giggled myself off the chair on several occassions,  

Another form of participation involved the audience being given a line to sing on cue from John.   For example,   when he said ‘blah’ we had to say ‘mange’.   I do like being able to take part.

During the evening’s events I learned many things including

  • there are many, published, poets in Reading that regularly attended the poets cafe
  • John’s head moves with agility through  all sorts of angles, often quite dramatic.
  • AFH’s fingers are prone to splaying  and twirling

I wonder what bodily movement I should develop to enhance my (to-be-developed)  poem delivery talents?


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Elephant in the news item

Friday, November 13th, 2009 | tags: , ,  |

The red arrows jet display team  have selected a  female pilot,   for the first time,   in 2010.   This is NEWS.    

Amelia Earhart was the first woman to fly across the Atlantic, in 1928,   she was
the second person to fly solo across the Atlantic, in 1932, and the first person  to fly solo from Hawaii to California, in 1935.

Why do we think women were excluded from the Red arrows before 2010?  There is an elephant in the news item.


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poetry in motion

Sunday, August 9th, 2009 | tags: ,  |

Reading town’s resident international performance poet, AF Harrold, has taken the concept of performance poetry to new realms of existence.   How?   Using the AF Harrold website he has enabled people to download and construct an avatar of himself.   This effectively moves himself from real work to virtual world (website),   then from virtual world to real world  (download and print)  in multiple different places from printers all over the world:

AFH Paper Doll

Want a cut out and keep A.F. Harrold paper doll, designed by Dolly Dolly, to sit on your desk? Right click here. (And choose ‘save target as…’)

The story goes further,   once AFH has been transported from real world to virtual world and then back to the real world,   AFH encourages his newsletter readers to take photographs of their dolly and send them to him,   some of them will make the journey back into the virtual world.   From AFH’s newsletter:

‘download the cut-out-build-and-keep your very own AFH paper doll’ link – download the template, build a paper AFH (please be careful when using sharp blades, I accept no liability for injuries or embarrassment) – and then… take photographs. Put your miniature AFH in curious places, with curious people, at exotic unlikely destinations and snap away.

I’ll put up some of the best or most interesting pictures (only those suitable for family viewing, though under-the-counter prizes may be awarded too) in a gallery either on www.afharrold.co.uk or on my Facebook and/or my My Space space.

The prospect of participating in this treat may well prompt me to spend some money on a colour printer.    Participation is just to, too,   two, tempting!  

I love the idea of  4 dimensional,   group performance poetry,   its the best.  

Thankyou AFH


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remember, remember, …the bees

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008 | tags: , , , ,  |

Tea rose and beeAs part of my birthday treat,   I purchased the 45th copy of AFH’s poetry book ‘Of birds and bees’.   The book is  beautifully illustrated by Jo Thomas.   The first line I read was Jo’s introduction to  the Bee  illustrations:

In spring 2007 walking,  a bee fell, in front of me, on the pavement, dead. I picked it up and drew it. Since then I have continued to collect and draw found and gifted dead bees.”

I’ve not yet seen a dead bee.   This summer some beautiful large fluffy bees tended the tea roses at the Wendy house.   This may become a treasure of the past as I learn to collect dead bees as memories.   At 1pm today the British Bee Keepers Association (BBKA) is coordinating a  demonstration In London,   Whitehall outside Westminster palace  and delivering a petition to Downing street (Prime Minister’s residence).    Guidance provided by the BBKA  to potential demonstrators includes:

You need to look your best as you may well be on TV! An umbrella probably makes sense too.

They are demonstrating to raise awareness of the impact of the the lack of government funding provided to avert an impending ecological disaster that has clear financial, agricultural implications.   According to the Guardian:

Beekeepers have warned that most of the country’s honey bees could be wiped out by disease in 10 years unless an urgent research programme is launched to find new treatments and drugs…    

 ….the Department for Farming, Environment and Rural Affairs revealed that bees contribute £165m a year to the economy through their pollination of fruit trees, field beans and other crops. In addition, the 5,000 tonnes of British honey sold in UK stores generates a further £12m


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fabulous wedding features

Monday, September 15th, 2008 | tags: , , ,  |

<soppiness warning>

Just a few of the too numerous to enumerate highlights:

  • Gift registry:   www.epilepsy.org.uk  & www.simoncommunity.org.uk
  • The bride wasn’t ‘given away’ like chattles,   bride and groom walked down the isle together.
  • Isle-walk accompanying  music:   You only live twice
  • Readings including multiple references to Pooh in A.A.Milne’s  ‘us two’   (read by AfH)
  • Outstanding vows because they acknowledged each others strenghts and weaknesses and showed love, respect, knowledge of what it takes to make a relationship work and be  fun too.   I particularly liked this one:

I promise to allow myself to be silly around you and to enjoy you being silly around me as well.

  • 7 Henchman subtly and actively coordinating the smooth running of the  event: Oddjob, Mr. Wint, Mr. Kidd, Nick Nack, May Day, Xenia Onatopp, Jaws
  • Red wedding dress
  • No ‘maids’
  • A photobased childrens TV themed Quiz organized by table at the wedding breakfast.
  • Bride’s speech toplining the other speeches.
  • Creatively quirky photographer:   http://www.vikmartin.co.uk/
  • Local bands at the reception were friends of the Bride and Groom,   some included the Bride or Groom and all played at least one cover version of Bond theme tune,   compared by AFH.
  • My yellow-red shot silk  hat,    however, the relative lack of hats on other guests  was actually a tad disturbing.

BagpussTables were decorated in childrens TV themes,  with models and soft toys, and each guest  as a character,   I was Soo.   As you can see, even  Bagpuss joined the fun.

<soppiness temporarily suspended>


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sorry

Monday, April 28th, 2008 | tags: , ,  |

Copied and pasted from an email circulated by AFH:

i.m. Humphrey Lyttleton (23/5/21-25/4/08)

So, Humph,

it’s time to hang up your horn,

both the one you used

as composer of Bad Penny Blues

and the one you used

to stop Barry Cryer

from starting

yet another endless anecdote

or joke.

 

Farewell,

old man.

England and the BBC

will miss you,

probably more than we can tell,

but, at least,

old Humph,

you’ll never again

have to listen to the piano

of Colin Sell.

 A.F. Thribb.

 

 

www.humphreylyttelton.com  

“As we journey through life, discarding baggage along the way, we should keep an iron grip, to the very end, on the capacity for silliness. It preserves the soul from dessication.”

 


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small press

Monday, February 4th, 2008 | tags: , , , ,  |

Not an affectionate hand gesture,   a book press.

Small press’ such as Reading’s own ‘Two Rivers Press’  can  target selling their publications to interest groups,   niche markets.    Two Rivers probably refers to   the river Kennet and Thames that meet in downtown Reading.  

It publishes works that  have general intereast and  local significance,  for example,  Adam Sowan’s history of street names ‘Abbatoirs Road  to Zinzan Street’,   the works of the Reading local, international, performance poet (AFH),   and historical treasures such as history and analysis of  what is thought to be the  oldest written song in English (circa 13th century).   The  manuscript of the song, a ‘rota’,  was found in Reading Abbey and now lives in the British Museum.  

A wonderful pocket-sized book with many thematic  block-prints and ebulant multilayered interpretations of the meanings of the rota.   A rota is a song intended to be sung in a round of several people….     Wikipedia describes the Reading Rota in a rather dull descriptive manner,   the author of the Two Rivers book explores possibilities with a cheeky enthusiasm and passion that makes the book a pleasure to read,   its style is  pixie-years  beyond Wikipedia.

Sumer is icumin in….     there has been much singing in a broad Bristolian burr in the Wendy House recently,   though I haven’t managed to do the minimum 2 or three voices required for a rota.   I am,   at least,   not scaring the cats who defintiely prefer me not to sing in their presence.

 How apt that a small press based in Reading should publish a book about a hand written document found in Reading long ago.


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Readings in Reading

Friday, December 28th, 2007 | tags: , , , , , , , ,  |

Early on a chilly Friday evening afore Christmas Mr. Hegley and longtime associate Mr. Bailey jumped on a train from London Paddington to Reading Central.     Once in Reading they sought out the South Street arts centre and there joined the poets cafe.   The cafe was hosted by AFH who skillfully introduced us to the intricacies of the concept of first half,   second half and interval.   He cunningly avoided  reference to the powerful football analogy that subsequently snuck its way into several of Mr. Hegley’s poems including his opener which described the emotional ebb and flow of  Luton town beating Reading  town.   Both almost cities missed gaining city status in the Millenium celebrations  when the Queen granted 3 towns city status.John’s delivery was perfectly complimented by his companion, Andrew’s, acting skills.   Neither black bird, woman,   nor alien were beyond Andrews talented delivery.

At the poets cafe audience are also invited to be performers,   slips of paper, published and unpublished books proped newcomers and professionals alike while sharing their work about ghosts, parties, typewriters, family, and TV shows.     I slouched at the back with a pint of John Smith’s rapidly disappearing from my  plastic glass wondering if I should bring a piece of paper and a little pluck  to the second half…   …after the interval…   …of the next meeting.


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Raymond’s Birthday Poem

Sunday, December 9th, 2007 | tags: , , , ,  |

Raymond’s Birthday Poem

If a fellow knits stuff and does it quite quick
and never once tangles the wool on his stick
would you say of the clatter and say of the click,
Well, he’s not knitting knots at a fair old lick?

And if he trained head-lice to help with the job,
gave them little needles, paid them a few bob,
explained how to cast on and then later cast off,
would you believe in the nits now not knitting knots or would you just scoff?

But the smaller the fingers the finer the weave,
and employing such workers is great, I believe,
for creating new woollens with panache and far
greater strength than is found in the cheaper Kevlar.

Some folk find this mixture of factors spot on,
more crafty than denim, warmer than cotton,
a wide choice of sizes for men and for women,
but not really clothing one should try to swim in,

’cause wool absorbs water and clogs and weighs down
and encourages wearers to submerge and drown
which isn’t the greatest of hobbies to take up:
it ruffles your hair and smudges your make-up,

and no one really wants to be looking their worst
when they’re dragged from the river and offered bratwurst
(which is how in Bavaria they check you’re alive
(or so I was told by a fellow called Clive)).

But this super-tough knitted material’s handy
away from the rivers, where it’s dry and dandy,
for protecting the wearer from bruises and bumps
and contusions and grazes and fractures and lumps,

say out on a bicycle, whizzing downhill,
with the wind in your hair, no trace of the chill
thanks to the weave that covers you up
as you weave around litter and pooh of the pup

that’s been left in the gutter along with road-kill
and yesterday’s paper and one espadrille
and cartons and bollards and packets of krill
split open and slimy and a rickety grill

that covers the sewer, well almost, not quite,
and in England the cars are all on your right,
hooting and braking and fucking about,
opening doors and letting kids out,

so thank God you’re in wool that’s been knitted by nits
and is doubly-woven on your private bits
’cause a million things are waiting to do
harm to a person as lovely as you,

watch out for the stick that gets stuck in your spokes,
watch out for those tumbling stray artichokes,
watch out for the kid who runs after his ball,
watch out for the dog who runs after his ball too,

watch out for the dangers that you least expect,
the unlikely ones that will make you eject,
the uncanny, perverse, bizarre things that disturb
for instance, who’d think?, a guest starring kerb.

Thank goodness for wool, thank goodness for knitting,
thank goodness for not having grazes with grit in,
thank goodness for bikes that keep us all healthy,
and poets with patrons who are quietly wealthy.

A.F.Harrold

(PS publication of this poem does not in anyway coincide with Raymonds actual birthday,   which is,   one of natures mysteries)


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furry friends

Saturday, May 12th, 2007 | tags: , , ,  |

Mr. AFHarrold’s recent book contains hand drawn pictures of animals doing surrupticious animal things  and  real handwriting to explain thier naughty subversiveness in a child-friendly manner.   It’s also quite funny.   AFH has a talent for insight into the secret lives of furrifriends,   rhyming words and prompting a giggle.   But best of all,   for me,  this book sneaked into  my mailbox on a grimm drizzly evening and is making its way to my handbag for those emergency, on the road, poetry moments.


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living in a bath

Saturday, April 21st, 2007 | tags: ,  |

The man who lived in the bath
made waves with his belly laugh,
joyfully farted bubbles,
and lost track of his troubles.

Warm wet water caresses,
cleaning bodily messes,
and some self-massage, perhaps,
lured him to turn on the taps.

Drinking a liquid diet,
Reading books in the quiet.
Friends ceased to stop by, or call,
Soon, he saw no-one at all.

Wrinkles started the first day,
then, loose skin floated away.
Things started getting weird
when he just disappeared.

Scientists start to conject,
what really did happen next?
Did he just let himself go,
float over the overflow?

Forensic bathometry
helped to solve this mystery
beyond reasonable doubt
We know he never got out.

Ph. unbalanced water
lead to untimely slaughter.
Bath residue, inspected,
Confirmed what we suspected.

Like bath salts roughly sprinkled
Soften skin tightly wrinkled.
The secret is resolved,
He actually dissolved!

Poem inspired by Mr. AFH’s predilection,  the many forensic TV programs broadcast on US TV and a really humbling experience at work.

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2007 expiration countdown: 364 days

Sunday, December 31st, 2006 | tags: , , ,  |

performance appraisal:  2006,   age 42 & 43,    is recommended to pass with a Wendy rating of :-) :-)

ratings explained

Things that caused outsized ego,  multiple bounces, hand-clapping and chair-falling-off-ness:

Exploring the US:   crossing the US in a 1976 red Chevrolet truck,  visiting  Spokane, Columbia gorge on the Lewis and Clarke trail, Charlotte, NC.

Family & friends: parental pleasure at the Tacoma glass Museum, Elton John live  and the  Seattle Symphony; Concert highlights that warranted blog posts  included:   Paul Simon, Jamie Callum, The Mountain Goats; Writing a ‘Will and Testament';  Being invited to comment on a draft of AF Harrold’s next  Poetry book;

Technology:  setting up, then maintaining  this blog;  Replacing  cantakerous Tinkerbell with  whizzy sleek pink Darling; buying and using a  back-pocket camera;

Things that deepened wrinkle-lines,   temporarily increased the protusion-portion of my bottom-lip or disrupted my sleeping and eating habits:

Family and friends: Not visiting the UK, even after my Uncle died;  

Exploring the US:   Errr….   …..I lost  my passport.  TWICE!;   No sniff of greencard;   unacceptably low local-occcurence of like-minded  vocal feminists (female or male);

Technology: Paying LooSea’s ransome  to the bodyshop; Tinkerbell’s premortal pernickety-ness.

If the following thingys are not on the 2007 highlights list there will be a public inquiry,  a hearing, with tables,  chairs, microphones, pews,  and silly wigs or hats:

Family and friends: UK March Tour;    

Exploring the US: Sequim farm on Olympic peninsula; Rhode Island May party;

Technology: blog refinement, less drivel, more focus with a dash of wit; Handbag skills mastered;

This message will not self-destruct in one year it will merely become more insignificant and highly forgettable.


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paperweight behind lagoon

Sunday, November 12th, 2006 | tags: , ,  |

he picks up a dusty glass sphere

is this really meant to be here?

it had rolled behind the lagoon

I lost it while cleaning in June

with her cuff she de-dusts the globe

this cunjurs a genie  in robe

your wish is my very  command!

suprised,  the globe falls from her hand

could you tidy, clean, our home?  

No sooner said, then,  it’s done

 

rediscovered glass, spherical paperweight (flick-r photoshare)

 

Poem originally inspired by the opportunity to provide comment on a pre-published poetry book.   Started to  illustrate that giving comment to a specialist is  articulating what they already know.   The home-cleaner*  already knows  the paperweight needs dusting and moving.    It is confirmation and direction.   The paperweight should be cleaned and placed in the sunlight where the glass will refract the light beautifully.    The paperweight that represents the known but unarticulated thing was a present from my recently deceased uncle.   Known yet undiscovered in death.   The broader theme is ‘lost’, people loose things.

The genie hijacked my imagination as a vehicle to express my dislike of my belief in the need to clean my own home.   Attempting to rhyme ‘home’ and ‘done’ may be easier with my accent than others.   I stretched and twisted the point and the vowell.  I particularly liked the surreal image of having a lagoon in your home and the thought that something could roll behind a lagoon to become mislaid.   Small point.   Amused me no-end.   Probably inspired by Monty Python’s  ‘Four Yorkshiremen’ sketch where one man claims he had to live in a lake.   My mother and her  family were all from Yorkshire. :-)

 

written on Remembrance  Sunday – 11th November 2006

* apologies for gender stereotyping the home cleaner as a girl.   My excuse is that she is based on me.


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vest and pants

Saturday, October 7th, 2006 | tags: , , , ,  |

you in your best vest

me in my plastic pants

you’ll knock me up

to hang out

downtown

A poem  written primarily for None-USA English speakers.   Inspired by multiple miner difficulties at various stages in my enculturation to the USA such as attempting to find a quality waistcoat (vest) to wear with my tail jacket,   being told I was wearing nice pants (trousers),   being told I would be knocked-up (called for) in the morning and being invited to hang out (come out to play).   Not to mention a funnier, clever, poem about a vest by a professional poet,   so I wont mention it.  

 

flick-r photo of Wendy produced sketch to illustrate this poem :-)

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obviousness disguises

Tuesday, September 19th, 2006 | tags: ,  |

obviousness  

pressies are a good thing.

disguises

encountered in a 24hr period last week:

  1. can I see your ID card please? asked the cashier in the Fridge before checking-out my beers.   The legal requirement for purchasing alcohol in Washington State is 21yrs.   I look all of my 42yrs.   Cautious organisations standardly check beer purchasers ID if they look 30 or under and some standardly check everyones’ ID.   The cashiers in the Fridge only check some people.    They normally allow me to purchase my beer without having to whip out my drivers licence as evidence of post-21-ism.   That this cashier felt the need to check my ID for my age was a flattering pressie.
  2. Bonus laughter.   In line with my occassional soppiness theme an expected package, Poetry BOOK,   arrived with a pertinent hand written quote of JM Barrie (who authored another Wendy, my antithesis) and a jacket review from the bespectabled John Hegley.    As if Smelling that book  was not pressie enough, it arrived with 2 unexpected performance poetry CD’s  and a hand-written note indicating these are bonus laughter.   Smelling and listening at the same time,   with laughter thrown in for good measure.   Hooray!    If I slip some tea into the mix I’m on track for thrills and spills,   literally and literature-ally.  
  3. Can you come out to play?   I like this one A LOT that’s about 700x more than normal liking.   I may not always be able to come out to play,   but being asked is simply gush-inducingly good,   it’s like saying ‘we like you’.   Luckily this invite involved going to a local brwery and I was more than able to drop my vacuuming and join the fun.   Thanks,   keep  up the good work :-)
  4. Getting to car share and not having to drive.   Excellent.   More than one American that passengered in LooSea pointed out that that either a crash helmet would be a worthy accessory, LooSea has an  unusual  affinity with the Interstate  curb,   or the fast approaching red traffic lights.    I dislike imposing this experience on Americans without full informed consent.   By contrast my UK friends have commented that my driving is somewhat dull.    In the NW USA I miss the  full suprise-steering-opportunities and dislike the  unwarranted, excessive, amount of stopping.  
  5. Visitors.   Mum and Dad arrived from the UK.   That’s a lot of travel-time and money to see me.   Well,   they  have explored  the US equivalent of castles on the East coast (Civil war battle grounds) on the way.   My place isn’t a battleground,   pump engine or castle but they’re visiting it nonetheless.  I feel the need to impress the biddies (parents) by not  falling over,  being too scatty,  or making the fluff-balls (cats) too fluffy while they’re here…   …especially since I can’t impress them with my driving skills.   Normally they fight over who doesn’t get to ride shotgun.   Mum normally loses then sits rigidly  holding tightly to  each side of her seat while dad falls asleep (i.e. unconsciousness is preferable) in the back.
  6. Trust. Asking  a friend if I could blog about his Regency Tea parties.   Without any hesitation, non-specific ‘erm’-ming, or conditional statements like “only if you don’t mention the Yak” he said YES.   That’s like saying ‘I trust you to produce something publishable without offending  me or  the many and varied other guests’.  
  7. Blog comments and snooper statistics.   Wow,   people actually read this stuff!   You realise this means that I’ll keep  writing these unsolicited thoughts,   you’re such sweeties  ;-)

That’s an exceptionally present-full 24hrs.    Seven is good for me (number of items listed above), like 5 red cars in a row is a super good day for Christopher.    


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back of the Yak

Thursday, August 31st, 2006 | tags: , , ,  |

37 ways to leave your Yak“* is  the title of a poem by AF Harrold who might have been called “Reading’s answer to John Hegley“.   You may have considered Paul Simon’s “50 ways to leave your lover” an ingenious comment on the breakdown of contemporary potential-parent units.    It was.   This poem may well be more significant than the design, implementation and distribution of  prefrabricated concrete coal bunkers.   Enough hedging, here are two unprefabicated concrete points:

  1. Unlike Paul Simon’s song AF Harrold accurately counts the cited departure routes and takes the concept of the ‘leaving’  to the jagged edge where  only fluffy lemmings dare to run.  
  2. AF Harrold has not yet been called “Reading’s answer to fluffy lemmings“.   Though the original question posed by the lemmings is,   as yet, unknown.  

*  explanatory notes for people unfamiliar with contemporary (2000)  Britishness:

  • Lord’s = Cricket ground in London generally considered by the British to be the ‘home’ of cricket.
  • Wicket =bowling cricketer aims the ball at the wicket.
  • Rent-o-Kill = UK based pest control company.
  • mod = Life-style “based around fashion and music that developed in London, England in the late 1950s and reached its peak in the early to mid 1960s. People who followed this lifestyle were known as Mods, and were mainly found in Southern England”
  • press-ganged = getting forcibly taken into military service,   a ‘gang’ of ‘press’ men would kidnap people on behalf of the military.   This was a favoured recruitment method of the British Navy, before successful advertsing campaings, who have a large base in Portsmouth.
  • Crufts = British national Dog show.
  • Sarnie = slang for ‘Sandwich’

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